Exchange Is Creation.

I Am Working Out The Vocabulary Of My Silence.

Slowly I Would Get To Pen And Paper, Make My Poems For Others Unseen And Unborn. In The Day I Would Be Reminded Of Those Men And Women, Brave, Setting Up Signals Across Vast Distances, Considering A Nameless Way Of Living, Of Almost Unimagined Values.

The Sources Of Poetry Are In The Spirit Seeking Completeness.

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.

Try To Live As If There Were A God